The Columbus journal., 1887-11-02

as ire, an mar inodcr kenenty ieeft eh,.
SO I got to stay Den dat bank fare I hey
all money whut / hev saw dey break, an
/ got no money; an l kenenty work mush
fen my fadcr seek. an fen he die we hey
debt an troOble togedder We hev 8
small lands, an I tale mar moder VIC sell
uvryting an com to America. See cry
an cry; but I tell see I hev promise. an ]
love Tilda, an see hev vwated longer
time, SO mar moder com. Fen ve hev
sell all an pay de debts We heventy mush,
, an fen We got tickets on dc steamer an
de cars We got SO lettlc lef' dat all de way
comm We kenent eat mush-sO I am q
schild yust now"
lyon arc q = inch-and q
good man." exclaimed Mrs. LOring, with
her eyes full of tears; land a girl like
Tilda don't deserve you. Tell me where
your good old mother is, and l will 60 to
see her tomorrow. You are sober and
industrious, and You will sOO have plenty
of work, and till You get it you must let
US help yOu. You can pay back every
cent We lend you with interest, if You
want to-" she added. "And now drink
some tea and eat something" AS she
spoke she set the tea and some bread and
butter and meat on the table; then, with
an III h back directly" she disap-
reared, ana busted herself in the storc
room arranging a package of tea and sugar
and other little things that would be ap-
preciated by an old woman. When she
thought he had had time to finish his sup
per she returned. Take these to your
mother" she said. 'An old person needs
little things that younger people can get
along without, and it's too late now to get
anything; the stores will all be shut"
AS fine an instinct as Mrs. Loring's own
helped Nicholas to accept the gift and the
kindly ruset together, saying, simply, as he
rose to go: "Dey's way kind, Meesis
LO'ing; see tank you way mush, an l
tank you for all whut de tings you do for
me. got not SO much trooble fen l got
sou kindness"
The next day Mrs. LOring fulfilled her
promise Of calling upon old Mrs. Jansen.
n indeed kept them both upon her mind
until Nicholas found steady work and
they were comfortably settled. Indeed
! she never quite lost sight of them until
they lett the city to live elsewhere five
years later, for the old lady would come
every mcnth or two to pay her respects,
and was employed by Mrs. Loring to knit
mittens. etc, for the children, and some
times on Sunday she met the pair on their
way TO church or walking in the after
noon. Nicholas always with his old
mother on his arm. Never once did she
see a younger woman with him.
But she did not see Tilda for over three
years from the day she left her and sup
posed she had left the city, more especially
as her husband had some thought of do
,,.p o., ,r-ln,, e1n,. D 49,
morning at the end Of that time she was
told there was a woman in the kitchen
who wanted TO see her. The woman WIS
wretchedly clad, thin, haggard and
scared looking. Could she be-yes, she
was Tiida.
Mrs. Loring was shocked. ''Come into
the dining rOOm.' she said. 81 must see
you alone. l fear you are in great
trouble"
Poor Tiida! Mrs. Loring's kind, famil-
lar voice quite broke her down, and she
could do nothing but sit and sob. 1t was
evident, as she tottered from the kitchen,
that her strength was nearly spent, SO
Mrs. Loring did not try to make her talk
until she had brought her a little tea.
Then her story came Out-the old one
which @ many of us have heard, a hus
band given more and more 10 the vice of
drinking, and her life one of neglect. cruel
treatment and want. She had already
borne three children, the youngest of
whom was not yet two weeks old, and
was huddled under her shawl, and all If
them were starving.
Mrs. LOring. as usual, was equal to the
emergency. She telephoned for a hack,
and while 1t was coming hastily prepared
a bundle of immediate necessities, and
was 500 with Tilda in the wretched place
she called home, where she saw the poor
creature back into her bed, and paid a
neighbOr to see to her n the children till
she should be stronger. but the exposure
had been too great, and she died the next
week. On n of the last days in which
she had intervals of consciousness she
beckoned to Mrs. LOring, who had come
to see how she was, to the bed. "Nicho-
las come back in America" she said.
Mrs. Loring nodded assent. Yes; !
see him often, Tilda."
II hev see EN- on u street. tree year
ago." Tilda continued, speaking with diff
ficulty: 'em say noting, but en- look, 50 ]
tink God lOOkin' ut meI'
She had not spoken so much before for
many hours, and her voice died weakly
away. Mrs, lIOring thought she was about
to lapse again into Inconsistencies, but
watching a second she noticed a vOiceless
motion of the lips and an anxious look in
the eyes, that showed that she WAS trying
to hold her wandering mind till strength
should come to speak again.
Would you like me to say something
to him, Tilda.'' she asked, gently.
a look of relief came to the poor pinched
face. Tai en-" she began, family
'tal cm-ask emf Her mind was
slipping from her, and she seemed to
clutch for it until she should nave fin
ished; but her thoughts would no longer
shape themselves in English, or remember
a mediating third party. 20 Kara van!
fOrlat mig, for jag har handlat lila, Gud
har straffat mig-oCh, fOrlat forlat mig,"*
she whispered hoarsely. The last words
died in an almost inarticulate murmur,
and she passed again into an unconscious
state, from which she did not again rally.
Henrietta X. Eliot in Harper's Bazaar.
80 trisod. forgive me. for God has punished
ton. though It fails to quite convey the spirit Of
her words. which seem to be spoken in u sort OF
a dream, us though her spirit was in direct com
ciunioE with him TO whom she spoke
Old Time Oyster Stews.
There are some marked changes in the
oyster business" remarked IN old gentle |
man to a reporter. twenty-five years
ago there was in vogue in the oyster
what was called the individual
You were allowed to stew yOur
W oysters. The prOprietors brought to
the table after yOu were seated a chatting
dish, All alcohol lamp, milk, oysters,
crackers, seasoning, etc, and you pre-
pared the stew to suit yourself. 1t may
have been exceedingly profitable. but